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6 is just too apropos. Also HAT ICONS FOR ALL. guriel August 13 2011, 19:46:04 UTC
[The wind whips around them, tugging at clothes and feathers with the same mute, blind insistence, and Guri reaches up to tug his fedora lower over his eyes. The city's spread out in a dazzle of lights beneath them, all glittering and glorious. From up here, you can't see the false fronts, the dirt or the deception. Just the shine.

The angel makes a scoffing noise, nearly lost in the wind.] City of Angels. There she lies.

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werewolf_hacker August 13 2011, 20:00:36 UTC
Lies, indeed, brother. This city never met a truth it embraced or a falsehood it didn't. Wonder what new lies it has in store for us on this dark and stormy night.

[Suddenly, a shot rings out.]

Well, that's our cue.

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guriel August 13 2011, 20:14:53 UTC
So it is. [The wind picks up, and Guriel reaches out and claps a hand to Ben's shoulder, sweeping his wings forward. The world is swallowed in wind and the sound of rushing wings, and when they materialize down on the ground in a gritty, badly-lit alleyway, Guriel's wings are hidden away and he looks like just another human. One more disguise among the millions of disguises in the City.]

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werewolf_hacker August 14 2011, 18:49:24 UTC
[The wind whips the overcoat of the balding and overweight man standing over a pair of bodies. One lies still, unnaturally so, and the other is swearing fervently with a red stain growing on the right side of his chest. Ben nods to the man, who is smoking a cigar.] Wynter. [And he nods at the fellow werewolf on the ground.] Will. Silver, huh?

Who's the corpse?

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mister_wynter August 14 2011, 18:57:56 UTC
[Wynter exhales a cloud of pungent smoke, which the wind seizes and rips to tatters before carrying it away.] One Mister Eli Levine, purveyor of antiquities and . . . shall we say, curious items. And until recently, one of my many employees.

[Guriel scoffs. "I can tell you're real broke up at the loss."]

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werewolf_hacker August 14 2011, 19:14:54 UTC
[Ben kneels next to Will to check on him, grimacing at all the blood. It's a nasty wound, and he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and applies direct pressure, but the scrap of cloth is red in seconds.]

And what was he purveying for you, before he assumed room temperature? Assuming you want to find out who killed him, that is.

...Will might actually need a doctor. The hell kinda weapon this mook have?

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mister_wynter August 14 2011, 19:28:34 UTC
The weapon was what the late Mister Levine was purveying for me. It is said by some texts to be the first firearm crafted by specifically supernatural means. There are even those [A significant glance at Guriel] who say its power is enough to kill an angel.

Unfortunately, it seems the gentlemen from whom Levine was attempting to acquire it were not prepared to part from it so easily. The moment the money was in their hands, they double-crossed us.

[Wynter draws himself up and eyes Ben with the air of an employer.] The ambulance for William has already been summoned. That is not your concern. But I want my gun, Benjamin, or I want my money back. You will see to it that I have one or the other.

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werewolf_hacker August 14 2011, 19:39:26 UTC
[Ben pushes his fedora up and eyes Wynter from under the brim.] My standard rates apply, of course. And a bonus if I get both the gun and the money.

Need all the information you have on your sellers and the weapon. [He stares sourly at Levine's body.] Maybe if you'd called me in first on this deal, your man wouldn't be dead and your wolf wouldn't be wounded.

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mister_wynter August 14 2011, 19:49:34 UTC
Perhaps not. Ah, well. Next time. [Wynter draws another cloud of smoke into his lungs and exhales it into the wind, which shrieks and seizes it and runs off into the night.] Very well. You'll have the information on your desk by morning.

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werewolf_hacker August 14 2011, 20:02:13 UTC
[Ben tips his hat and slides out of the alley just as the ambulance wails to a stop beside it. There's a basement speakeasy a few doors down for those who know its there, and he gives the password to the doorman and finds them a quiet corner.]

I don't like it, Guri.

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guriel August 14 2011, 20:10:10 UTC
Neither do I. [Guriel pushes his fedora back and leans forward over the table.] But I don't like anything Wynter's mixed up in. He's a rat without the good grace to be honest about his rattiness.

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werewolf_hacker August 14 2011, 20:28:38 UTC
A rich rat. And he's never mixed up in anything simple. You know anything about this weapon? [Ben takes his fedora off and sets it on he table. It's only an effort of will that doesn't send his claws piercing through the fabric.] I saw what it did to Will, and that was way above and beyond what silver would've done.

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guriel August 14 2011, 20:43:03 UTC
Hear rumors about it, sure. Word is the thing was forged on a pact between a medieval smith and Lucifer himself. That's if you believe it really exists, of course. Most legends say it was destroyed by the Host, but we never had a thing to do with that. Always figured it was just as likely that it never existed to begin with.

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werewolf_hacker August 14 2011, 21:02:18 UTC
Say what you like about Wynter, it's not like him to hunt ghosts. Or pay money for them. Chances are, the thing really does exist and does what it says on the label.

[He stares sourly into his gin.] Great.

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guriel August 14 2011, 21:11:59 UTC
[Guriel looks up from his own drink with a thoughtful noise.] Tell you what else Wynter's not in the habit of doing. It's handing over the money before he's got the goods.

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werewolf_hacker August 14 2011, 21:59:23 UTC
No, he's not. Makes me wonder what else was going on in that deal. It shouldn't have gone that far south with Will there; that's a wolf that knows his business and no one's gonna catch him flat-footed.

Not like Wynter to be there personally for a deal, either, unless it's real important. This whole thing stinks to high Heaven.

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